[Verse 1]:

Let’s get down to brass tacks and rap about the facts of life

It’s like the whole world is delirious

Mysterious isn’t it? How we all cheer for weariness

Man, I’m serious, it’s eerie how weird it is. I’m fearing this

It’s like the end is near but I pretend it’s not

Nerves are shot, in an atmosphere drinking beer, smoking pot

Just the means to dodge the hang-ups that I got

But I refuse to let ‘em slide in the lyrics that I jot

I’m caught in a web of surreal materialist

Force-fed fear by governments of imperialists

The gist of this is not to twist your wrist

But get you pissed enough to resist the abyss of mist that exists

Between our eyes and our minds

Cuz a zodiac sign can only lead the blind

Only the blind can be defined by Calvin Kline designs

Man kind is intertwined with chat lines

Combat these bad times with phat rhymes

[Hook]:

Life’s like fluid, flow right through it man

Take what you get, get what you put into it and

Life’s like fluid, flow right through it man

Take what you get, get what you put into it

[Verse 2]

You know what man?

Maybe this song’s wrong

Maybe the strong only survive within the confines of corporate goldmines

Maybe the divine lies within wearing a tie

Following the guidelines and getting dollar signs in your eyes

Maybe it’s about being corrupt, blowing yourself up

Taking thirty people with you like you don’t give a fuck

Life’s a hard pill to swallow when you wallow in your sarrows

Hollow, like the bottom of liquor bottles when you’re blotto

Hollow, like the popular models we try to follow

Hollow, like putting off plans for tomorrow

But tomorrow never knows, yesterday is history

It gets to me when all that I can Scope is fucking Listerine

Persistency seems to come to me without consistency

Resisting the rhyme and reason of existence. Be

All that I can be without enlisting in the infantry

I’d rather shoot the gift, light it up, like a Christmas tree

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

While I’m waiting for my day to come, numb from the opium

Equilibrium’s fucked up from drinking rum

In a slump, dumbing myself down to make a buck

What the fuck, it’s like slumming for crumbs, 'bout to erupt

When I bust this shit, you know that I must admit

I'm gonna cuss and spit, until you just submit

As in the rush I get, when I flash that royal flush in your face

And get ill when I spray these lyrics like mace

Vanish up in the air without a trace

Like damn, who was that kid? He just fell from grace

I’m bound to be a mental case if I don’t get my cards in place

I got the jack, the ten, the king, the queen, now all I need’s the ace

I try to keep the pace with this rat race across the nation

Time’s a-wasting, way too patient

In the way I tend to face realization

Everyday it’s like vacation, steady spacing

In a way I’m way too patient when I hit my destination cuz

[Hook]